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#222571 - 05/05/08 02:09 AM Poem 12
dark empathy Offline
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Registered: 11/26/07
Posts: 1938
Loc: durham, north england
Greying dawn's a time of change,
Time of stillness, time the same,
time when dark begins the day,
Whispering.

Golden sun's behind the earth,
Lost to wonder, lost to mirth,
Lost to one who sits alert,
Listening.

Courage is an unknown thing,
face the coldness, face the sting,
Face the voice that cannot sing,
turn away.

Icarus who sorrow lacks,
Sores to starlight, sores to black,
Sores to melt his wings of wax,
burn away.

the lonely ocean's deep and wide,
Grey the numbness, grey the tide,
Grey the chill that seeps inside,
Drowning me.

A thousand thousand slimy things,
A thousand fears, a thousand wings,
A thousand Reaching tangling strings,
downing me.

A spider shroud of hateful threads,
Light as touching, light as lead,
Light as burdens hard to shed,
Ensnaring.

A darkling wood of nightmare trees,
withered branches, withered leaves,
withered sings the hateful breeze,
Despairing.

comes the hunter and her hounds,
run to gasping, Run to ground,
run until they pull me down,
Tearing.

DRawbridge down the castle waits,
Open shutters, open gates,
Open wide it's safe estates,
Caring.

The tower stair is long and steep,
Ascend to piece, ascend to sleep,
Ascend to look down from the keep,
Assessing.

She lays a cole upon the hearth,
bright her beauty, bright her laugh,
Bright the scent her gentle warmth,
Undressing.

The storm is instant blinding pain,
A mailstrom, a hurricane,
A brimstone fire of burning rain,
damnation.

A gleaming knife that mutilates,
In spitting spite, in spitting hate,
In spitting fire never waits,
Salvation.

But was that a fleeting scent of flowers?
Within the fear, within the crowd,
Within the circle ringing round,
taunting.

As a body's set to feel,
Stretched on the rak, stretched on the wheel,
Stretched till sweetness can't be real?
Haunting.

Poisoned sites and twisted fumes,
soured visions, soured blumes,
soured threads bind to the loom,
Unthinking.

a burning lake of blood and tears,
Easy nightmares, Easy fears,
Easy to spend a hundred years,
Unsinking.

Hard the truth of hate and liking,
Sudden knolidge, sudden lightning,
Sudden as a death nell striking,
Realizing.

Vibration shivers through the clock,
falters tick and falters tock,
falters time like fractured rock,
Emphasising.

Restless rest and rushing wind,
Sorry self and sorry friend,
sorry that this day will end,
Unspeaking.

Wearied body sleepy head,
Drop exhausted, drop like lead,
Drop and cover up in bed,
Sleep seaking.

Then at dawn it starts again,
Wake to glowming, wake to day,
Wake to see and run away,
In full Knowing.

to see the cycle's not enough,
Watch the fear, watch the love,
watch the seaseless rush of blood,
In full flowing.

Hunter, monster, lover, self,
singer, artist, wizard, elf,
enemy, friend, sickness, health.

don't touch me! don't touch me! don't touch me!



Edited by dark empathy (05/06/08 04:58 AM)

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#223086 - 05/07/08 04:34 PM Re: Poem 12 [Re: dark empathy]
roadrunner Offline
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Registered: 05/02/05
Posts: 22045
Loc: Carlisle, PA
Luke,

I just love all the images in your poem, and the ending is harrowing - that's for sure. Did it help you to compose this and work on the revisions?

Much love,
Larry

_________________________
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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#223189 - 05/08/08 02:56 AM Re: Poem 12 [Re: roadrunner]
dark empathy Offline
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Registered: 11/26/07
Posts: 1938
Loc: durham, north england
thanks Larry.

to be honest I managed to simultaniously rip off tolkeen, coleridge and Steven donaldson in this one, which isn't good. it came out in a bit of a rush, which is why when I went back to rewrite it, there were bits that looked wrong and needed reworking.

this one was very much at Roger's suggestion of writing down the thing i'm trying to deal with at the moment in a physical form. My handwriting is sort of none-existant, but I do get something out of writing poetry and it helps me to look at things, ---- it was the realization I spoke of in my realizations poem that made me look at this.
I might well take this one to my T on monday. It is synaesthesically helpful to get things in a state where I can see them, roger was write with that.

I'm afraid though I've decided to completely give up on titles. when I'm working on poems their just labled in text files from poem 1 onwards (poem 1 was originally poem, but then when i wrote another I renamed it).

Titles for stories and such I've never found hard, but titles for these poems don't seem to work, so I think I'll just number them in future if that's okay.


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#223190 - 05/08/08 03:14 AM Re: Poem 12 [Re: dark empathy]
Freedom49 Offline
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Registered: 12/30/07
Posts: 2723
Loc: Washington State
Luke
How about "Sticks and Stones!"

I think you poem is a collage of feelings that you may go though from time to time. Probably daily on some occasions. I could be wrong as you well know lol.


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#223194 - 05/08/08 04:59 AM Re: Poem 12 [Re: Freedom49]
dark empathy Offline
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Registered: 11/26/07
Posts: 1938
Loc: durham, north england
Well your not wrong IN this CASE Roger. The poem was written at dawn on tuesday after going through the cycle of feelings it mentions about three days running before and waking up feeling exactly the same, particularly sinse the realization was involved.

that's probably why this one came out so disconnected and weerd.

sticks and stones? hmmm, I'm not sure of that one. I might title all my poems later, ---- but at the moment i'm just concentrating on what they actually do for me when i read them (I rearead them quite a lot).

Perhaps if I ever get to the point of showing them to people who don't know about my abuse and recovery, then I'll think about titling them.


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#226015 - 05/23/08 11:50 AM Re: Poem 12 [Re: dark empathy]
roadrunner Offline
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Registered: 05/02/05
Posts: 22045
Loc: Carlisle, PA
Luke,

How did it go when you showed this to your T? And sure, however you want to write is okay. The important thing is that you say what you need to say.

Much love,
Larry

_________________________
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)

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